captivated; stylinson au (boyxboy)

two

(wow hey guys, it's been awhile)

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"do you want to leave?" louis asks me and i look up from my sketch.

"to go where?" i ask, looking back down to continue sketching.

he shrugs, "anywhere, really."

hm. to leave and actually go somewhere with the pretty boy, who's name i had learned was louis, or to sit here by myself and sketch new pictures of the pretty boy?

"we could go to this really cool record store over on east village. wait, no. that sounds lame, yeah? we could go-"

he stops my rambling, "the record store sounds great, let's go."

he grabs his almost empty coffee cup and throws it away, waiting for me to put my sketch book away, "coming, curly?"

i groan, "i told you my name is harry."

"i know." he smiles and i nearly collapse on my face from getting tangled in my bag. his smile could cure fucking cancer.

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"hello, isaac, this is my uhm -- louis." i awkwardly introduce the beautiful boy next to me.

"hello, louis! i'm isaac." they shake hands and i lead louis to where the back of the store where all of the really cool records are.

i suddenly hear louis gasp, "i didn't know they had Hormoaning on a record!"

i'm very confused, "hor-what-ing?"

louis looks at me as if i've gone mental, "you do know who nirvana is, yes?"

i scoff, "of course i do, i don't live under a rock."

he makes a "hm" sound and runs his fingers over the record, "i'm gonna buy this,"

he looks at the price and looks to the ground, "never mind."

i furrow my eyebrows, "what's wrong, louis?"

he sighs and looks at me, "i don't think i can afford this... oh well, maybe another time."

i look at the price, my eyes widening, €181.92.

"yikes, that's a lot... i could maybe.. help you with it?"

now it was his turn for his eyes to widen, "no no no, that wouldn't be appropriate."

"no, i won't mind at all!" i insist.

"no," he sighs, "i'll get it another time."

"but-" he shoots me a look.

i shut up and smile at him and pull out my phone, "it's getting late, i should probably get going."

he nodded understandingly, "wait, give me your phone." i furrowed my eyebrows but handed it over.

"there," he handed it back, "i've texted my phone so now we have each others numbers."

i blush and looked down at my feet.

"g'bye, curly." he smiles and exits the record store.

"your face is as red as a tomato." isaac points out and chuckles, amusingly.

"get a grip, styles." i mumble to myself, putting my hands into the pockets of my jacket, exiting the store.

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(yeah... so it's been awhile. i'm gonna try to update this story more often because i really love the idea. byeeeee :) )